Chapter 1
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Neverville, there lived a Princess with bright blue eyes and sunny blonde hair. She was a beauty, the most beautiful woman in all of the kingdoms and across.
Many drooled, and men stumbled at her feet. She had just one mission and that was... Not being an asshole.
I really have lost my muse for writing good story startups...
Anyways, that was garbage, there is no kingdom, no princess, just a random blondie with big blue eyes about to get the worst embarrassment of her life. A not-so-tall and not-so-slender-looking lady with milky skin cause of her half-Asian and Italian genes.
She was just about to make the worst mistake, and no matter how hard I tried to stop her, she just wouldn't listen.
"Common Bash, think carefully before making any decision," I said to her, trying so hard to sink my reasonable words in her head. But this stupid clown's mind was made up.
She pressed her lips together, gripped her mini red dress tightly as she stumbled towards the blue sofa surrounded by a few guards. She knew this was wrong, she knew she was digging her own grave, she knew it was dangerous but she cared less.
Gone are the days' things like this affected her. Gone are the days she was too shy to even step into a club.
She was determined to embarrass us tonight. Yes, the clown is me. I'm the brainless-looking clown who never listens to myself.
My mother used to say my eyes could charm the world, but I was yet to even charm a man for myself.
Don't get me wrong, I'm the definition of attractive, yet unattractive.
I have one mission tonight, and that is getting the attention of the men across. I desperately needed a man, and after so many failed attempts tonight, I decided to meet 'THE MEN' on the blue sofa.
They were usually a bunch of nasty old billionaires probably bored of life. But tonight was different, a group of hot young men sat there having the best time of their lives.
According to my source which is Yvonne my best friend, I would find my Mr perfect on that sofa.
The further I got closer to them the more I realized this was not a good idea. Maybe I should turn around, maybe I should rethink all of these.
Maybe I'm not ready to meet anyone.
I turned my gaze to my friends who cheered me to go on and my courage got back. I deserved this, I had little time left to find my happiness, and I wasn't going to jeopardize it cause of some little fears I was yet to overcome.
I wasn't always a badass, but a few circumstances turned me this way. I wanted to explore the world, to do the things I've never done before. I've decided to throw my morals away, to be who I'm not. To live a carefree life.
The further I got close to them, I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest. They were so... Just so Intimidating.
I could feel my feet vibrating at the same frequency as my heart and that wasn't a good sign. I gulped a large bowl of saliva as I approached them and only stopped when I was a few inches away from them.
I tried turning away but someone grabbed my shoulders immediately pulling me closer to the blue sofa. My eyes widened almost popping out of my socket when we stood before the four men.
"Hey, look what I found." Six eyes were turned on us. All three men were as handsome as hell, except one person, the man in a black shirt. The one that didn't even act like someone said a thing.
"Who's she?" One of them asked. "The woman you asked for." He pulled me to seat on a part of the curved sofa. My entire body tensed up noticing their gazes on me.
This is wrong. I should not be here. I'm not the one they're looking for. This is not the reason I wanted to be here in the first place. But this was another thing working for me tonight, at least he just saved me all of the stress of finding my way among them.
I should say hi, rather than looking awkward before these men, but all words failed me.
"SAY SOMETHING BASH, DON'T BE STUPID NOW!!
I screamed in my head, but my mouth suddenly turned heavy unable to form a sigh not to think of a sound that could transform Into words. After so many failed attempts, it hunged open and stayed that way.
Of course, Bash will always embarrass you when you need her the most.
"I guess she's just so shy, uh what a cute little bunny." He pats my hair and I smiled at his words. I was given a glass of wine which I gulped all of it in one go.
"Woah, she's got a good Dutch courage." The man who brought me over to the blue couch said. "You want more?" He asked showing a bottle of more wine. I nodded like a little child who just found a candy. I had no idea of the content in the bottle but I let him pour more into my glass. I drank all of it placing my glass on the table for more.
"This is quite entertaining." A brown-haired man in a grey suit said sipping a liquid from his cup.
"So what's your name sexy one?" The brown haired man asked. "Bash." I said simply emptying the third glass.
"Why aren't you drunk from your third glass?" He asked with a frown. "Is it meant to make me tipsy?"
"This is actually the first time you're having a lengthy conversation with a stranger Collan, don't you think?" Another man in black suit said crossing his legs with a grin. "I presume that is none of your business Mr. Damon. Over to you sexy. Yes, as a matter of fact, that wine contains 70% alcohol, you're meant to be passed out by now." He said.
"Well look at that, maybe she's really a strong headed." The man beside me said. "Anyways, I'm Arno, Nash."
"It's Bash."
"Right, Bunny." He smiled.
After a while, all four men got rooted into their conversation forgetting I even existed.
While sitting idle, my curious tipsy eyes and mind lingered curiously around the man in a black shirt who has not said a word since I got here as silent hiccups left my throat. My eyes traced his hair down to the gold necklace hanging around his neck to his built in chest which was slightly exposed.
His black hair cascaded down to his face covering his facial features so I couldn't see that. But from the little I've seen, I could already tell he was beautiful. I blinked many times staring at the huge figure before me as I kept sipping from my almost empty glass.
As if sensing my stare he lifted his face to me and I choked with my own saliva.
"Now now dear, drink softly." Said Arno, as he placed his hands on my back patting it softly. I was quite uncomfortable with his gestures, but I was relieved. I turned my gaze to peep at my Mr perfect again quickly and almost choked again seeing his eyes still on me.
He was terrifyingly handsome, he screamed danger, like someone I should run away from. Someone I shouldn't even let this close to me. But rather than flight, my senses danced in excitement. I should be frightened by the man who seems like he could destroy a full nation with a spoken word.
But for some odd reason, I wasn't scared, for some odd reason he made me happy, for some odd reason he was the one. The one I've spent weeks searching for.
His gaze was fixed on mine, his dark soulless eyes never leaving mine.
I waved whispering a high, after the humiliation I put myself through. This is not how to act before the man I wanted, I'm pretty sure I look less appealing to him now. He returned his gaze to whatever he was doing, ignoring me like I didn't exist.
"Stupid you." I cursed my stupid self inwardly.
Another hiccup left my throat as everything twirled in circle. I couldn't keep my balance anymore. I blinked rapidly, struggling to stay awake, but my body was giving into the intoxication of the wine I had.
"Is this a...?" I heard a faint deep voice in my head as I slowly drifted to sleep...
